"For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song."
To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ...
"Just another silly love song"
You told me to runBut never said how farI'm still runningChasing falling starsYou told me to fallBut never where to startI'm still fallingWith a loving heartYou told me to callBut never what to sayI'm still callingAsking you to playYou told...
Sweet serenade of my heart Like heated lips on the skin of my thigh Those brassy tones all soft and mellow Tender music of my lost soul Reaching out from the past To touch me on the morrow. Sweet notes...
